Thelma and Louise Page #7

THELMA:

Don't. I'm married. I don't feel

good. I've been sick.

HARLAN:

It's okay. I'm married, too.

Harlan is pushing himself on her now, and she is beginning

to push him away harder.

INT. SILVER BULLET - NIGHT

Louise is paying the Waitress. The Waitress is shaking her

head, indicating she hasn't seen Thelma either.

Louise picks up Thelma's stuff and heads towards the door.

EXT. SILVER BULLET PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Harlan has now pinned Thelma against the back of a car and

is kissing her neck. He has her ass in his hands. He is

beginning to hump her. She is pushing him away as hard as

she can, but he is relentless.

HARLAN:

(breathing heavily)

You're beautiful. It's okay. I

won't hurt you. It's okay.

THELMA:

(struggling)

Stop it! Goddamnit, I mean it!

Louise is gonna wonder where I am.

Let go!

HARLAN:

Louise is alright.

LOUISE:

is now standing outside the door of the Silver Bullet. She

is looking around.

HARLAN:

is pulling at Thelma's clothes. Thelma gets one of her arms

free and hits him hard in the face. He hits her back and

grabs her face, squeezing it hard.

HARLAN:

Don't you hit me! Don't you f***ing

hit me!

There is no trace of friendliness in his face now. He looks

mean and dangerous. He lets go of her face and pins her

arms behind her. He holds both of her arms with one hand.

HARLAN:

You just shut up.

With his free hand, he reaches down and starts to pull her

dress up. Thelma is still struggling and there are tears

running down her face.

THELMA:

Don't hurt me. Harlan. Please.

HARLAN:

Shut up.

He turns her around, pushing her face down onto the back of

the car. He holds both her arms in one hand and continues

pulling her dress up over her hips. He starts to undo his

pants as we hear the CRUNCH of gravel.

LOUISE (O.S.)

Let her go.

HARLAN:

Get lost.

THELMA:

Louise!

TIGHT SHOT of the barrel of Thelma's gun being pressed into

the nape of Harlan's neck. Louise's thumb pulls back the

hammer.

LOUISE:

You let her go, you fat f***ing

a**hole, or I'm gonna splatter your

ugly face all over this nice car.

Harlan slowly raises his hands in the air, and Thelma darts

out, pulling her dress down.

HARLAN:

Now, calm down. We were just havin'

a little fun.

Louise glances at Thelma. Thelma shakes her head no.

LOUISE:

Looks like you've got a real f***ed

up idea of fun. Now turn around.

Louise starts to back away, but the gun is still close to

his face. His pants are undone in the front. She is still

backing away with the gun raised. Thelma is inching away as

well.

LOUISE:

Just for the future, when a woman's

crying like that, she's not having

any fun!

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